Warrior Cats Graphic Novel Book 3 Novels & Stories

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

This is it; this is what I love and breathe for- the baths of blood, cries of pain and horror. One by one, I take the cat's warriors out, slashing, slicing and ramming my axe into their weak, pathetic bodies. It feels like my smile will slice my face as with each drop of blood that lands on my skin and clothes, it grows wider. Atlas howls in happiness while As keeps laughing and begging me to give her more. The lady doesn't know when to stop; one of these days, she will end up with a real bad belly ache, but good thing she has me, and I know when to stop.

I deliberately let one huge book slip from the pile and the female dragon warrior was quick to spring from her seat and bend down to help me pick up the book. I gave her my best flirty grin, making her cheeks taint to a flush pink. Looked like I still had some game left, but did not take the book from her hand. Instead, I swiftly threw the books at all the surrounding warriors before grabbing the girl's knife from her back and bringing it to my neck. It did not take long for all of them to show me their true colours. I laughed a humorless laugh as I watched them duck the books and make a run for me so that I did not harm myself.

Good day gentlewolves I'm so happy that I didn't allow laziness get the best of me this time I'm so happy that it's Friday because after Friday comes Saturday and Saturday is the only day I don't update a book Enough about me let's get to the chapter ******************** (Third person's pov) Madam Debua's office* After Cathy left the room fell into silence then Maxwell wanted to go after Cathy "Don't worry I'll find her" Nath told him but Maxwell was afraid that he won't be able to talk her into coming back

I wasn’t sure what the proper phrasing was supposed to be, so I pulled from the exchange used between new wolves and alphas on their first moon. Dmitri caught me as the rush of thousands of minds linked to mine all at the same time and my legs gave out from under me. It wasn’t just these alphas I accepted. I was now king to every member of their packs as well. Now I had to figure out how to win a war without getting all of them killed. ~End of Book 2: Rite of Power~ Book 3 Rite of War should start posting around December of 2023

“I’m fine. Just… a little tired.” But deep down, I knew it wasn’t tiredness. It was something else. Something darker. Third Person POV – Bloodshed Pack The night was thick with smoke and the iron scent of blood. Warriors dragged the injured back to the safety of the camp while others prepared for another wave of attacks. The northern border lay in ruins, claw marks tearing across the trees like scars that would never heal. Inside the council hall, Alpha Matteo stood at the war table, his eyes locked on the crude map before him. Red stones marked their strongholds. Black ones marked the rogues. And now, black stones outnumbered red.

Wolves answered instantly, howls rippling through the night like echoes of war. The scent hit me before I even reached the outer fence, blood and silver, sharp and wrong. My hackles rose. Then I heard it. The sound of claws tearing into flesh. Move! I ordered through the link. We burst through the trees together, a storm of fur and rage. There, one of my men, down, his throat bleeding. And standing over him, something large, feline, striped with black and silver. A were-cat. A janguar. No. Not just one. Two.

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Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

“ Mom, what’s wrong?! What are you doing to her?! ” It’s chaotic. Marco’s voice joins Sara’s screams, calling out to Nellie and then Aleister, demanding a stop to whatever is happening. My restraint almost slips when I reach out to Aleister’s shoulder. Before my hand touches him, the lights turn on, and everything brightens up again. I blink, my eyes finding the scene before me. The three of them are unharmed and the warriors behind them haven’t moved an inch. “ You won’t tell me the names? ” Aleister hums, tapping the armrest of his chair with his forefinger.